My brother died unexpectedly last Wednesday and this Wednesday is his memorial service. I will be attending and this is what I will say:
When I was putting together the music
for this evening I had that worry we all have about losing files and
so it's saved on my phone my ipod all my computers, it's even in my
email. And to test it when it was done I put the Ipod in the car and
went for a drive. One of the first songs to come up was California
dreamin. I distinctly remember, I was probably about ten when
Chuck had his 1947 Pontiac Silver Streak, and we'd go riding around
listening to albums on his portable record player that he'd perch on
the front seat on a pillow. And one of those days we listened to that
album. I can still see that record player sitting there on that
pillow. There'll be many more moments I remember like that for the
rest of my life I hope, and God knows there are many stories to tell.
As most of you know I am not
biologically a Hyland. I have all the neuroses and tics one gets
from just being in the room with their family no matter the origin
and I added a few of my own just in case.
But whatever the circumstance that
brought me to those people it came with a stroke of great good
fortune. My brother.
As we all have there have times in my
life when I believed in myself not at all. I had no confidence in my
abilities, my talents, my intelligence, my worth in any way. But
there was always one person to whom I could go who just because he
was who he was I could get my self-confidence restored. Cause my big
brother believed in me even when I didn't. Chuck wasn't the most
demonstrative person in the world, but if I listened...I knew.
So y'all can have your biological
Brothers older or younger. But I have a bit of bad news for you.
The best one is spoken for.
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